Miami — Counting Crows

I guess I think I feel alright You come circling through the light The skyline, baby, is bright tonight What more perfect rendezvous? The sundown paints the shadows Through the daylight, Amy, on what we do

It looks like darkness to me Drifting down into Miami

Can I say, "I wish that this weather would never leave?" It just gets hard to believe That God sent this angel to watch over me Cause my angel She don't receive my calls Says I'm too dumb to... Too dumb to fight Too dumb to save Well, maybe, I don't need no angel at all

It looks like darkness to me Drifting down into Miami She could pull the sunlight through me Coming down into Miami

Make a circle in the sand Make a halo with your hand I'll make a place for you to land

The bus is running It's time to leave This summer's gone And so are we So come on baby, Let's go shut it down in New Orleans